1.1 ;; byounggon's tent

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I made sure to make my way over to the tent the moment that it hit curfew. Byounggon and Seunghun were there, but that was expected. Hyunsuk wasn't there, and neither was Jinyoung. Funny, he was the one who had summoned them here anyways.

It took a few more minutes for Hyunsuk to show up, and what felt like another half hour before Jinyoung finally slinked into the tent.

I could tell that Hyunsuk was about to comment about how wrecked he looked, but he beat him to talking. "I'm sorry I was late." He had hurt in his voice, which was the complete oppside of when I met him. He sounded vulnerable. "I... didn't know how to tell you this."

God, this was serious.

He grabbed a stray blanket, pulling it over his head. Was he embarrassed? What about?

The curiousity was eating at me. Byounggon, Seunghun, and Hyunsuk looked calm, so I tried to stay calm as well.

Jinyoung looked down, avoiding the eyes on him. "I... Seojun, he..." Another sigh, like he was trying to get over himself and spit out the words. "He sexually-"

He was nearly going into tears. Though apologies and words of comfort echoed through the tent, we were all frozen, unable to figure out what moves to make next.

Seunghun had taken the initiative, pulling Jinyoung into a hug. "I'm so sorry, Jinyoung." He looked over at us for a moment, the expected silence interrupted by the quiet sobs that Jinyoung let out. "Byounggon, can you sleep in his place at their cabin? I need to talk to him."

"And for us?" Hyunsuk asked.

"Just... go to sleep, I guess." Seunghun patted Jinyoung on the back. "I'll see you guys later."

Byounggon, Hyunsuk, and I didn't say anything. We crept through the darkness outside, soundlessly slipping into the Chrysanthemum cabin.


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